Walking through the gardens of King’s Landing.
Petyr Baelish: I hear you’re reading a boring book.
Eddard Stark: Pycelle talks too much.
Petyr Baelish: He never stops. Do you know Ser Hugh of the Vale? Not surprising. Until recently, he was only a squire… Jon Arryn’s squire. He was knighted almost immediately after his master’s untimely death.
Eddard Stark: Knighted for what? Why are you telling me this?
Petyr Baelish: I promised Cat that I’d help you.
Eddard Stark: Where is Ser Hugh? I’ll speak to him.
Petyr Baelish: A singularly bad idea. Do you see that boy there? One of Varys’s little birds. The Spider has taken a great interest in your comings and goings. Now look there. That one belongs to the Queen. And do you see that Septa pretending to read her book?
Eddard Stark: Varys or the Queen?
Petyr Baelish: No. She’s one of mine. Is there someone in your service whom you trust completely?
Eddard Stark: Yes.
Petyr Baelish: The wiser answer was no, my Lord. Get a message to this paragon of yours… Discreetly. Send him to question Ser Hugh. After that, you might want him to visit a certain armorer in the city. He lives in a large house at the top of the street of Steel.
Eddard Stark: Why?
Petyr Baelish: I have my observers, as I said, and it’s possible that they saw Lord Arryn visit this armorer several times in the weeks before his death.
Eddard Stark: Lord Baelish, perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.
Petyr Baelish: Distrusting me was the wisest thing you’ve done since you climbed off your horse.